Identity is relative. Far from an expression of oneself, it is largely a performance for others, a pantomime in the limelight of another’s gaze. We have no self-concept except the one reflected in the imagined eyes of others. We can’t be someone without someone to be someone for.
I'm not sure there is an identity other than the one that you impose on yourself, or that is imposed with your complicity. But this identity is one that typically only plays out in the presence of others.
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